Somebody...

I am interested in madness. I believe it is the biggest thing in the human race, and the most constant. How do you take away from a man his madness without also taking away his identity?

    I don't have much to say.
 

    Update:::: Now I do.

    I was taking a stroll home tonight and was thinking about what I've been doing the past month.  I also as reflecting on I've been writing about.  Everything has been related to death, despair, and loneliness.  Not the most uplifting subject material but let me say that it is well written material.  Anyway... This led me to wonder what has sparked this onslaught of depressing material and I realized I really don't have any friends at all.  No one that I really want to open up to completely; I realized I've never really had someone to talk to and this morose air around me has poured manifested itself on paper.  Everyone is apathetic.  Bring out the black eye liner, black clothing, and drugs.  I just think I need to leave this city and go somehere else for a break.  I was plotting on going to Paris on Tuesday for a week, but the laws of the land prevent me from pulling the trigger and I fear that if I go I would have to extend my visit into a full blown vacation.

    I hate the fact its 2:24 am.  I never have time for myself anymore. 

    And the best tap water goes to...